As Vincent slammed the office’s door behind him, the entire building seemed to shake in fear of his anger. “ Why?” He demanded to know in a deep thundering voice, while menacingly advancing towards the service manager. “ New management orders.” The man replied as firmly as he possibly could while carefully moving away him. Vincent had an impressive figure whenever he got angry, which wasn’t all that often. Tall, slenderly built he wasn’t the kind to be easily upset, and he had always shown to be quite tolerant to other people’s remarks, never really caring for what they said about him. Truth be said, no one really believed he could get that type of work done. In the beginning, the other fishermen viewed him as just another pretty boy on a tantrum fit and who was simply not cut out for that job. For a long time, he was forced to endure their disdainful comments. Sometimes about his fragile looks, sometimes about his pretty face, or sometimes about the lack of facial ...